“How do you avoid the tourists in Stone Town?” said the tourist.

In the blistering heat of the sub-Saharan sun lies a labyrinth of narrow alleys lined with tall once whitewashed, now crumbling buildings. A walk through Stone Town’s higgledy piggledy streets, most of which are too narrow for cars, is like stepping back in time, providing you can ignore the high-tech gadget carrying tourists. The town,…

Colours Speak Louder Than Words

The colours in Tanzania are so vibrant and varied that I am almost certain there must be more shades here than there were in England, my homeland. I used to take many photographs in black and white, but in Dar Es Salaam, it seems such a waste to ignore the vast spectrum of shades that…

Neon Lights in Downtown Dar Es Salaam

I love the anonymity of driving through a busy city at night. On this occasion I was sat in the passenger seat and so I was able to capture some of Dar Es Salaam’s neon lights on camera. These photos were taken as we drove through the centre of Tanzania’s busiest city from Masaki to…

Art is not what you see, it is what you make others see.

I have been asked by art and craft company Patience Brewster to do an interview and to share some information about my life as an artist. Patience is an artist herself who designs handmade and hand painted Christmas ornaments. If you follow my blog, you will know that I am not a “proper” artist, in that I…

The journey is part of the experience

“So, would you recommend taking the train from Mwanza to Dar?” This is the question everyone has asked me and my husband since we returned from our recent holiday – travelling on the notorious Tanzanian trains. My answer is yes, providing you have plenty of time and you are fairly resilient, then the train is…

Kigali – A city looking forward

There have been three times in my life when what I witnessed in a museum has reduced me to floods of uncontrollable tears. The first time was in the Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum in Phnom Penh, which memorializes the crimes of the Khmer Rouge regime in Cambodia, the second was at the Auschwitz-Birkenau Memorial in Oswiecim, Poland,…

Broken Syria

I took this photograph of a group of school kids on a bus a number of years ago when I lived in Damascus, Syria. I remember thinking how unsafe the shattered windscreen looked, but that the children were completely oblivious smiling, laughing and waving at me like mad. When I used to look at this…

In religion, India is the only millionaire.

India is the land of dreams and romance, the land of fabulous wealth and fabulous poverty. This photograph of a sadhu was taken in the Holy City of Varanasi, a city once experienced is never forgotten. Varanasi, is one of world’s oldest living cities, and is rightly called the religious capital of India. Also known…

Children playing with toy guns celebrating Eid al Fitr

Back in 2002, I visited the small island of Arwad, just off the coast of Syria. I was visiting the coastal town of Tartous for the festival of Eid al Fitr, the feast which celebrates the end of Ramadan. The island was a frenzy of holiday excitement, and walking around the old fortress, I came…